Dresser(Lil Boy) - 2 Chainz/Young Thug
454 I pull up on niggas I tell 'em lets get it
Niggas they talkin' on twitter you niggas you know you gon get it
Benjamin franklin niggas know that I keep it 100
Got me a new clip for my 223 and that b**ch hold a hundred
I'm still in the hood I got me a check
And I don't want no nike's
B**ches they suckin' and f**kin' they do everything except bite it
I can go slow like an old man
I can go fast like I got nitrous
Spent 20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no vicodin
Over 1 mil in this room b**ch I kinda sound like a pisces
Lil b**ch you know I'm the bomb and 2 chainz the light no lightnin'
Wow these b**ches excited me and thugger we 'bout to start up a riot
I ain't got no p**sy all week I'm on that b**ch suck my dick diet
Monica come home to me yea come home to me my dear
Make a little money leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money leave a little on the dresser
Teresea I'm tired of lookin' bae I'm into you your rear
Make a little money leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money leave a little on the dresser
Ain't nothin' special man I sold it all yester'
Pull in phipps plaza in a motherf**kin' tesla
Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra
Put them beams on your face have 'em lookin' like freckles
Dammit man I do not know tar but I'm having xan's
My b**ch p**sy wet like it's wetting rain
This b**ch clap on me while I clap at mans woah
Got balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet
Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet
Traphouse filled up with ziploc
Used to give my living room super big lots
In a strip club with some flip flops
Thought it's the time baby it's not
Got a lotta windows on my crib ni**a
Bout to put that motherf**ker in a tint shop
Monica come home to me yea come home to me my dear
Make a little money leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money leave a little on the dresser
Teresea I'm tired of lookin' bae I'm into you your rear
Make a little money leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money leave a little on the dresser
Who killed little boy who killed little boy
Rat infested hallways no escape no escape
From misery no way out from that hell
I'm bout to give these niggas what they ask for
I used to have to argue with my land lord
Yea my nickname is tity boi
B**ch gotta have at least a handful
All my cribs came with a damn pool
Used to stash work in my camel
Young 6'5 with the handle
If you don't watch atlanta then you need to turn the channel
See I pull up in this b**ch in a phantom
Front grill looking like it's dancin' it is
Put some stacks on your head little boy lil boy
Yeah they 'bout to call you the grandson lil boy
P**sy ni**a gonna need a tampon lil boy
Put rifle bullets in a handgun lil boy
Keep a bankroll on me ni**a
By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on
All my cars I done put rims on 'em
I done touched down no end zone
All that b**ch do is run her mouth ni**a
On the right but that b**ch got a sprint phone hello
Man she got about 100 acres
Enough yard for me to put a couple benz's on
And I just pop me a perc
I might f**k that b**ch with my timbs on
